Greed awoke to the sound of his bedroom door opening with a soft click. The buttery morning glow of a lazy Sunday eeked through the window and illuminated the room, a hodgepodge of white and gold ceramics and fabrics with everything placed neatly in its place. It had the sterility of an apple store mixed with a kintsugi aesthetic. With a grumble he pulled the plush duvet over his head to block out the light and scrunched up his face, nuzzling deeper into the pillow. As footsteps lightly clacked towards him across the reclaimed wooden floor of their studio apartment, he noticed the smell of fresh bread and cinnamon bless the air he supped.
“That had better be what I think it is.” He muttered from beneath the covers. “And there’d best be coffee.” With a gentle clatter a tray appeared on the bedside table, freshly baked cinnamon rolls sat on an ornamental plate alongside a few pieces of toast that glistened with butter and a colourful cup of fruit to balance out the carbs.
“It is what you think it is, and there will be coffee.” Draxum replied, hands on his hips as he stared at the lump hiding beneath the sheets. For a moment he thought about ripping the duvet away and letting him suffer in the cold, but instead walked around the bed to throw the curtains completely open. He looked out at the glittering skyscrapers of San Francisco, the shapes and shadows they cast, and looked back on his time together with Greed while he writhed and moaned in defiance of the light. Moving to San Fran together had been a goal of Draxum’s, getting away from their family and starting fresh in a city where they could just be. Since they’d moved there they’d met a bunch of the locals and had joined yoga groups, explored the local nightlife and had never been happier.
Greed finally mustered up the effort required to move. With one fluid movement he raised his upper body and sat upright, the covers still over his legs. He squinted through the light, frowning.
“What time even is it?” A whispered grumble. Draxum knew that Greed wasn’t a morning person, and that was ok. He made sure to take extra care of him when he was waking up and cranky so that he could have a sweet day.
“A little past ten. Time to wake up sleepyhead!” Draxum turned to face his lover, twisting himself around to sit on the bed with his legs crossed and one arm out to hold himself up. He cast a longing smile to Greed, taking in his bone structure and the sharp look in his dreary eyes. Greed returned his gesture with a scowl.
“It’s time to wake up when I want to wake up.” He rubbed his hands into his eyes to brush away the crust, and Draxum eyed his ouroboros tattoo before ogling the scintillating ring on his finger. This was his husband. Ever since he was a little girl, long before he realised who he truly was, he’d always wanted a big wedding to the perfect man, to live in a big city, and raise a family together. Things were harder like this, sure, but he was happy. They both were.
“We have to see Zachary and Todd at the pier later.”
“Ugh not those two…” Greed grumbled.
“I know, I know, too many Margaritas. God and that sweater…”
Greed let out a chuckle. Draxum’s sense of belittling people always tickled him. “You can’t get away with a cashmere sweater that low cut unless you have tits you’re trying to show off.”
Draxum’s eyes widened with a glint. “Exactly!” He patted Greed’s leg through the sheets. “Now get that booty out of bed, mister!”
Greed managed to catch Draxum off guard and pulled him back into the bed, gripping him by the waist and pulling him over. “No, you get back in here with me!” Greed’s arms remained wrapped around him as they began to roll around until they settled, laughter echoing along the hallway. Greed’s chin jutted into Draxum’s neck as he rubbed his face into his cheek before nibbling on an ear.
“I’m sure they won’t mind if we’re a little late, hm?” Greed’s voice was silky smooth as he purred into Draxum’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine as the warm air touched his skin. At first he simply wanted to object, but before he could formulate a good enough reply he found Greed’s fingertips tracing down his cheek, running along the outline of his jaw and following the curves of the corded muscles of his thick neck. With such a feathered touch it made him tingle, and he knew he couldn’t say no anymore. While he was incapacitated, Greed managed to untie the salmon pink silk robe in which he was bound, leaving it loose on his shoulders but exposing his expansive chest.
“You’re so bad.” Draxum cooed, his eyes gleaming with a growing lust and his mouth instinctively curling into a smirk. Greed bit into his neck, sending Draxum’s head back at the sensation only to expose more sensitive flesh. With his tattooed hand, Greed ran exploratory fingers along Draxum’s chest along his collar bone and down through the tuft of musky fur emerging from his skin before tracing the bottom of his ribs and back up to circle a nipple. Draxum’s eyes closed and he trembled as Greed touched him but he couldn’t bring himself to move. His nipples began to grow erect, poking out from his chest. He may be a man now, his breast tissue removed, but he still retained certain female biology and sensitivity. With gentle, playful flicks and tweaks, Greed had Draxum moaning in no time. Suddenly Draxum noticed a tug at the back of his head as Greed wrapped his long hair around the palm of his hand and tugged his head back.
“Who do you belong to?” he whispered in Draxum’s ear sensually.
“Ah- you, mister Greed.”
With a slow, sweeping stroke Greed moved his hand down along his husband’s sides and towards his thighs. He moved his hand around more, teasing Draxum’s groin area and inner thighs with a caressing touch. He could feel the heat through the panties as he studied the sensitive inner thighs and groin area, being careful not to touch anything too sensitive just yet.
“That’s right.” Carefully, with his middle finger, he traced the outline of his slit through the panties. “And I think there’s something you want from me.” Draxum flushed red. Greed knew how to get to him too well. He felt like such a dirty little whore having to ask for it, to beg for it, but he needed it. He couldn’t muster any words, but his body responded for him by grinding his hips against the touch of that finger.
Greed slipped his digits beneath the lacy fabric and dipped down, spreading Draxum’s womanhood wide with his index and ring finger and running his middle finger along his moist entrance. It was warm and soft, and slick in anticipation of things to come. He continued to rub, deliberately toying with the clit and stopping to work Draxum up into a fevered lust before dipping to the sphincteric entrance to his body and giving him just a tease of what he could have.
“Say it.” Greed commanded.
“Fuhhh-” Draxus tried to reply but his words melted into moans as Greed plunged a finger inside his pussy.
“Say it!”
“Hnnnn… Fuck me.” Draxum replied in a breathy whisper. That wasn’t good enough. Greed shot up with a brief burst of energy to Draxum’s surprise and grabbed him by the hooves, pulling him further onto the bed. With an almost malicious grin he ripped off the panties and tossed them to the floor. Having slept nude, Greed didn’t have anything standing in his way now. He positioned himself between Draxum’s muscular caprine legs and sluggishly rubbed his turgid cock along the length of Draxum’s pussy.
“Louder. Say it properly.”
He seemed to want to resist, contorting his face as he eeked out “Fuck me, daddy Greed.”
“Louder!”
“Fuck me daddy!” Draxum screamed. Greed growled with a smirk and obliged, pushing his dick slowly inside of him. As it entered, Draxum could feel inch after inch filling him and stretching out his vagina, driving through the wetness and igniting his nerves. Greed started to pump away, hooves lifted up high around his shoulders as he pounded goat pussy. Starting slow and teasy, he wanted his husband to enjoy every second. Before long the cinnamon smell became overpowered by the heady mixture of sweat and sex that clung to the air. The rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh echoed throughout their hallway and into the kitchen and was accompanied in harmony by their grunts and moans.
“Give me the shield, daddy.” Draxum managed to gasp out between slams as his body bounced up and down at the sheer force of Greed’s thrusts. Once again he grinned like a cat on the hunt.
“That’s my good little whore.” He growled through his teeth as he activated his ultimate shield around his dick, hardening it beyond what any mortal cock could ever muster. Pushing the entirety of his weight into Draxum’s body and holding his hooves at his head he started to fuck faster, tearing up his insides with the sheer power of his dick. At last, he felt a swelling pressure abruptly grow in his prostate and his balls hoisted as Greed buckled and grunted. Wad after wad of hot cum shot inside the soaked slit and as he pulled himself out a pearly white dribble of cum glooped out with his cock. Panting, they both stared into each other’s eyes and smiled.